Neverwinter Forest Don't know what's inside of me

Understanding flickered in his expression at the words in the unknown yet strangely familiar language. The words were the same he had spoken in his memory. Damien repeated the prayer in common, although Midar hadn't needed him to; he understood the other language perfectly, like he had heard it his whole life. Yes, that's what I said in my memory. The beast would never forget those words; they were etched into brain. What does it mean? he asked, forgetting his frustration with the possibility of finally getting some answers. 

The Daedra. The word stirred something deep inside his scrambled mind, but it was not clear enough to know whether he was familiar with it. I know that language, he answered, his gaze distant. He didn't know how, and he didn't think he could do much aside from understand it when it was spoken, but somewhere from deep inside the darkness came the realization that he most definitely knew the tongue of the Daedra, and with the realization came a familiarity that lead him to believe it was something he had know for a long time.